Emerald shifts to ruby and gold
Begins a slow rain to earth under leaden skies
And jackets emerge to wrap up arms and chests
And take hands into themselves
Thrust into soft warmth
Seeking comfort
And hoping that a past self
Left a strangely colored portrait in a longer setting
Where it can be picked up now
Too often in vain
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